All Chapters of Decent Night Turned into My Worst Nightmare: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The yellow rays of the sun shined on my eyes through the wrecked window of my room. I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the footsteps rushing towards my room that shook my entire body, and my sleep went out of the window. The fear of getting caught took over me. Caught by him.  I quickly pulled out my gun, which was under my pillow. Climbing off the bed, I stood in front of the closed door of my room with my gun fixed on it.  "Andrea," shouted Claire from outside. Her voice calmed my racing heart and relief flooded through me. I lowered my gun and walked to the door. Claire’s worried eyes met mine when I opened the door. "What happened? Why are you running?" I asked, with my eyebrows knitted in confusion. "We have to go, pack your stuff," she announced. I didn't have to ask any further as I nodded to her in response and went back to my room while Claire strolled back downstairs. I started packing my stuff. I took out my bag

"Please, let go of me," Lindsey cried as she tried to push him away from her. I saw her struggling against him, but he was too cruel to let go of her. I was boiling in anger. My knuckles turned into fists as rage build inside of me. With quick steps, I made my way towards them and closed the distance between us. I grabbed the collar of the man from behind and pushed him back from my sister, who slid to the floor crying. But that guy didn't get the message. I heard him shout absurdity, and I turned to look at him. "You bitch..." he spoke as I took a step towards him. My hands were itching to slap him. I was continuously gritting my teeth in anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, I kicked him in his stomach. He stumbled back. Taking few seconds to balance himself, he lurched towards me. I held out my fist to punch him, but he grabbed my fist and twisted my hand. I groaned when a jolt of pain shot through my wrist, but that didn't stop him as

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me. "Who... who are you?" I muttered. It took me a moment to realize who those men were and why they were here. No one said anything for a while, but then the man who reached towards me shouted, “Take her.” As the man stepped inside, I backed away from them. "Stop," I said and held out my hand in gesture. The men stopped, and I continued, "I'll come, don't grab me like an animal," I stated. Both men turned to look at the one who ordered them to take me. He nodded, and I sighed in relief. I grabbed my bag from the bed and padded my way to the door, but just as I reached the man who was ordering, he grabbed me by my shoulder while the others took off downstairs, leaving us to walk behind them.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to see myself lying on the floor in an unfamiliar room. I slowly sat up with the support of the wall behind me and winced in pain. My eyes shifted to my leg, and the sight grossed me out as it was covered in blood. I lifted my fingers to touch it but did the opposite, as the wound was still open and the blood was pouring out of it. I looked around the room and realized that it was the same cell where I found Linds. As the memory of her went through my mind, my eyes prickled with tears. The room was small and dark, only a small bulb lit above me. The cell door was locked. It was a metal door with a square glass window at the top which showed me the bright lights igniting the hallways outside. I was still in my old clothes. My tank top was drenched in the blood same as my skinny jeans below my knees and my hair was a mess on my shoulder. The metallic smell of blood and sweat flooded my nostrils, and it sucked. I winced in pain again and decided to